for all mothers everywhere
for all mothers everywhere
Hail
Last edited by jimbo on Tue May 08, 2007 2:28 am, edited 1 time in total.
Re: for all mothers everywhere
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MY VISIT TO HOSPJTAL
Well my head started swiming.
was sleep walking and cookin my x said.
beter go to hospital.
and let the shrinks.
look inside my head.
double vision.horrid dreams.
hallouzanations .nothing what it seems.
but i know who i am.
James thats me.
so we landed at the hospital.
in my little silver car.
my duffel bag and papers.
was'nt going very far.
what a welcome did i get.
when i walked inside the door.
all the doctors and the nurses
like them i want too soar.
i felt better already.
before anything prescribed.
all the love thats so unconditional.
all the love that is so pure.
yes heaven does begin on earth.
cause i was already there.
jacobi<
was sleep walking and cookin my x said.
beter go to hospital.
and let the shrinks.
look inside my head.
double vision.horrid dreams.
hallouzanations .nothing what it seems.
but i know who i am.
James thats me.
so we landed at the hospital.
in my little silver car.
my duffel bag and papers.
was'nt going very far.
what a welcome did i get.
when i walked inside the door.
all the doctors and the nurses
like them i want too soar.
i felt better already.
before anything prescribed.
all the love thats so unconditional.
all the love that is so pure.
yes heaven does begin on earth.
cause i was already there.
jacobi<
Hi Jacobi ~
I like the sentiments behind your tribute to mothers everywhere.
It's good to see a posting of yours without the three laughing faces. It's been difficult to determine 'who' you are in the sense of whether you're someone with the issues that you've described in this latest writing of yours; or whether you're a 'troll,' someone 'hiding behind' a name and using your postings just to put people 'on' and play games to see who will respond. The three laughing faces gives this impression, that you're posting something only to see what will happen, who will respond, and as you click Submit, you're standing back laughing at the prospects and possibilities.
I noticed that you commented regarding the upcoming gala concert in Ireland. I hope that you'll attend that and meet some of the real people from the Forum. It will determine once and for all that you are real in the sense that is contrary to what I've described in my preceding paragraph.
Some of the comments you've made here and there, and the writing you've just posted here about going to the hospital, appear that you seriously could have issues as you've described. [In the alternative, this very thing could be part of a 'troll' personae, making it easy for you to play from that perspective as well... unfortunately, in this sense, there's almost always an alternative.] If this writing describes a real occurrence, based on valid issues, then your writing here could be difficult on an ongoing basis, in the sense of a perspective that make more sense for most of us, most of the time. I don't know the level of your English skills, so that could give a different impression, as well... as to your seriousness.
If you're really an individual who's trying to make the best of your days and come here to interact and relate with others, this concerns me and I don't want to feel like I'm shunning you. I've stopped responding to you because I finally concluded that you were just 'trolling.'
Your visit to the hospital rings true, however, Jacobi. Thank you for sharing it. I hope you're still feeling as much better as you did when you experienced the genuine concern of the hospital staff.
The problem with all of this, Jacobi, is that we can become so firm and absolute [or distrusting] in the conclusions we make that we can miss what's truly there, what's really real. I happened to get the following in my office e-mail Inbox this morning, so have returned here to share it with you. According to the two pieces you've written in this thread... whoever you are, it took your personhood to write them... I feel you'll appreciate it.
~ Lizzy
I like the sentiments behind your tribute to mothers everywhere.
It's good to see a posting of yours without the three laughing faces. It's been difficult to determine 'who' you are in the sense of whether you're someone with the issues that you've described in this latest writing of yours; or whether you're a 'troll,' someone 'hiding behind' a name and using your postings just to put people 'on' and play games to see who will respond. The three laughing faces gives this impression, that you're posting something only to see what will happen, who will respond, and as you click Submit, you're standing back laughing at the prospects and possibilities.
I noticed that you commented regarding the upcoming gala concert in Ireland. I hope that you'll attend that and meet some of the real people from the Forum. It will determine once and for all that you are real in the sense that is contrary to what I've described in my preceding paragraph.
Some of the comments you've made here and there, and the writing you've just posted here about going to the hospital, appear that you seriously could have issues as you've described. [In the alternative, this very thing could be part of a 'troll' personae, making it easy for you to play from that perspective as well... unfortunately, in this sense, there's almost always an alternative.] If this writing describes a real occurrence, based on valid issues, then your writing here could be difficult on an ongoing basis, in the sense of a perspective that make more sense for most of us, most of the time. I don't know the level of your English skills, so that could give a different impression, as well... as to your seriousness.
If you're really an individual who's trying to make the best of your days and come here to interact and relate with others, this concerns me and I don't want to feel like I'm shunning you. I've stopped responding to you because I finally concluded that you were just 'trolling.'
Your visit to the hospital rings true, however, Jacobi. Thank you for sharing it. I hope you're still feeling as much better as you did when you experienced the genuine concern of the hospital staff.
The problem with all of this, Jacobi, is that we can become so firm and absolute [or distrusting] in the conclusions we make that we can miss what's truly there, what's really real. I happened to get the following in my office e-mail Inbox this morning, so have returned here to share it with you. According to the two pieces you've written in this thread... whoever you are, it took your personhood to write them... I feel you'll appreciate it.
The bottom line for me is that I'd rather make a fool of myself responding when I didn't need to than be a deeper fool by not responding to someone who was seriously trying to connect.Puppy Size
This is one of the neatest stories I've ever heard. You will know precisely what this little girl is talking about at the end (you'll want to share this one with your loved ones and special friends)!
"Danielle keeps repeating it over and over again. We've been back to this animal shelter at least five times. It has been weeks now since we started all of this," the mother told the volunteer.
"What is it she keeps asking for?" the volunteer asked.
"Puppy size!" replied the mother.
"Well, we have plenty of puppies, if that's what she's looking for." "I know...we have seen most of them," the mom said in frustration...
Just then Danielle came walking into the office
"Well, did you find one?" asked her mom. "No, not this time," Danielle said with sadness in her voice. "Can we come back on the weekend?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed. "You never know when we will get more dogs. Unfortunately, there's always a supply," the volunteer said.
Danielle took her mother by the hand and headed to the door. "Don't worry, I'll find one this weekend," she said.
Over the next few days both mom and dad had long conversations with her. They both felt she was being too particular. "It's this weekend or we're not looking any more," Dad finally said in frustration.
"We don't want to hear anything more about puppy size either," Mom added.
Sure enough, they were the first ones in the shelter on Saturday morning. By now Danielle knew her way around, so she ran right for the section that housed the smaller dogs. Tired of the routine, mom sat in the small waiting room at the end of the first row of cages. There was an observation window so you could see the animals during times when visi tors weren't permitted.
Danielle walked slowly from cage to cage, kneeling periodically to take a closer look. One by one the dogs were brought out and she held each one.
One by one she said, "Sorry, you're not the one."
It was the last cage on this last day in search of the perfect pup.
The volunteer opened the cage door and the child carefully picked up the dog and held it closely. This time she took a little longer. "Mom, that's it! I found the right puppy! He's the one! I know it!" she screamed with joy. "It's the puppy size!"
"But it's the same size as all the other puppies you held over the last few weeks," Mom said. "No not size ---- the sighs. When I held him in my arms, he sighed," she said.
"Don't you remember ? When I asked you one day what love is, you told me love depends on the sighs of your heart. The more you love, the bigger the sigh!"
The two women looked at each other for a moment. Mom didn't kno w whether to laugh or cry. As she stooped down to hug the child, she did a little of both.
"Mom, every time you hold me, I sigh. When you and Daddy come home from work and hug each other, you both sigh. I knew I would find the right puppy if it sighed when I held it in my arms," she said.
Then holding the puppy up close to her face she said, "Mom, he loves me. I heard the sighs of his heart!"
Close your eyes for a moment and think about the love that makes you sigh. I not only find it in the arms of my loved ones, but in the caress of a sunset, the kiss of the moonlight and the gentle brush of cool air on a hot day.
They are the sighs of God. Take the time to stop and listen; you will be surprised at what you hear. "Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
~ Lizzy
hi
thank you lizzythe faces 
just mean im happy
i just want to make new friends our common ator
being leonard.i am not a troll just born again catholic
i do suffer from bipolar.which means i get high and low
i do hope i can meet some of the forum gang in dublin.
and the story was very good.
just mean im happyi just want to make new friends our common ator
being leonard.i am not a troll just born again catholic
i do suffer from bipolar.which means i get high and low
i do hope i can meet some of the forum gang in dublin.
and the story was very good.